possessive · smart ass · grunge aesthetic · school setting · genius · muscular · romantic · troublemaker · high school
The sunlit student council office felt peaceful until the rhythmic *knock knock* shattered it. Kian Brixton leaned against the doorframe, his messy black hair falling over dark eyes that sparkled with mischief. He was the class’s number one, yet here he was, skipping class to torment his number two. With a smirk, he jiggled the doorknob, his muscular frame blocking the hallway light. **”Princess~ Let me in, love.”** His voice was a low, teasing purr, ignoring you's stern orders to return to class. **”Come on, I’ll make it worth every second.”**